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Ben. Parado, sir.
Ful. The great affairs I shall employ thee most in, will be news, And telling what's a clock, for ought I know yet.
Ben. It is, sir, to speak punctually, some hour and half, eight three thirds of two seconds of one minute over at most, sir.
Ful. I do not ask thee now, or if I did,
Ben. Auria, the fortunate, is this day to be receiv'd with great solemnity at the city councilhouse; the streets are already throng’d with lookers on. Ful. That's well remember'd; brother Don, let's
Guz. By no means, brother.
SCENE II.-A Hall in the House of Auria.
Enter Auria, ADURNI, MARTINO, TRELCATIO,
AURELIO, PIERO, and FUTELLI,
Aur. Your favours, with these honours, speak
The duke of Florence hath too highly prized
Mart. Which to make good, our state of Genoa,
Trel. Adds thereto, Besides th' allowance yearly due, for ever, you
and to your heirs, the full revenue
Mart. But they limit only
Piero. If you please to rank,
Aur. Oh, still the state
Engageth me her creature, with the burthen
Adur. May I
Aur. At your pleasure :
[Exeunt all but ADUR. and Fur. Adur. What of Spinella yet?
Fut. Quite lost; no prints,
I doubt, my lord, Her husband carries little peace about him.
Adur. Fall danger what fall can, she is a good
Above temptation; more to be adored
For her part too, laugh'd at Malfato's frenzy ;
Adur. She has found mercy;
SCENE III.-Another Room in the same.
Enter AURIA and AURELIO.
Aur. Count of Savona! Genoa's admiral !
governor of Corsica ! enrolld
How surely dost thou malice these extremes,] i. e. view with ill will
, bear malice to, &c. Thus Jonson: “I am so far from malicing their states, That I begin to pity them.”—vol, ii. p. 208.
Contempt and wilful grudge at my uprising
Aurel. Such flourish, Auria,
dulness, Whilst the whole ging crowd to me.
my triumphs Are echo'd under every roof; the air Is straiten’d with the sound, there is not room Enough to brace them in; but not a thought Doth pierce into the grief that cabins here: Here, through a creek, a little inlet, crawls A flake, no bigger than a spider's thread, Which sets the region of my heart a-fire.
a I had a kingdom once, but am deposed From all that royalty of blest content, By a confederacy 'twixt love and frailty. Aurel. Glories in public view but add to
misery, Which travails in unrest at home.
Aur. At home! That home Aurelio speaks of I have lost, And, which is worse, when I have roll'd about, Toil'd like a pilgrim round this globe of earth, Wearied with care, and overworn with age,
? A fluke, no bigger than a spider's thread.] The old copy has a sister's thread; which I do not understand, unless it means one of the Fates : if the reader prefer a spinster's thread, it is just as near the quarto, and just as likely to be genuine.